pairing: reader x CEO!tom holland
summary: you’re finishing your last year of university in london, and what better way do to that than with an internship at holland and osterfield’s?
warnings: maybe a few bad words? implied mature themes (nothing happens, but this story did start out with a one-night stand soo), possible second-hand embarrassment?
a/n: y’all, i’m the dumbest b*tch on this whole site, i swear!! i was putting off posting the next chapter because i didn’t like how it turned out… but then i felt bad and figured i’d just post it, y’know? but i literally just realized that i was worried about the chapter coming after this one. i thought i had posted this one already,,, oops
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“Y/N,” you glance up to see Harrison’s concerned eyes. “I’ll take you home, yeah? Don’t want you to end up in the hospital with pneumonia.”
“No, you don’t— Yeah, okay. Thank you.”
The two of you make your way to his car, huddled under his umbrella. He fishes his car keys out of his pocket as you get closer, the sound of the car unlocking barely audible over the rain splashing against the asphalt. He opens the door for you, waiting patiently as you settle into the BMW. The car is sleek, more than likely equipped with horsepowers you don’t want to test out. Your beige coat almost blends with the leather seats and you pray that you won’t dirty them. Harrison hops into the car, quickly slamming the door as soon as he’s able to close the umbrella. Throwing his defense against the rain into the backseat, he pushes the button placed on the dashboard and the car revs to life.
You buckle up, placing your wet backpack on the floor by your feet. Unlike Tom, Harrison doesn’t turn on the radio and as he pulls out of the parking lot, the only sound filling the car is the raindrops drumming against the car and the windshield wipers doing their job. Settling into the seat, you inspect the car, realizing just how fancy it is. Briefly, you find yourself wondering just how much money Tom and Harrison make but quickly discard the thought, deciding it’s none of your business. It was definitely a lot more than your degree would get you despite the student loans necessary to attain it. You’d think a degree that costly would provide a great career.
“I’d expect a car like this for Tom, but not you.”
It’s not meant as an insult, but when the sentence falls from your mouth you instantly regret it. You’re about to apologize - to rephrase - when Harrison chuckles. You glance over at him, a sheepish smile resting on your lips.
“He’s more of a rich, cocky CEO, ya think?” he chuckles again. “We both earn more than enough to own more cars than one, Y/N.”
“You have multiple cars? I don’t even have one.”
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